Caught in the Act
Alex strode toward the bedroom door, his steps quickening as he caught the sound of loud, rhythmic noises of pleasurable moans from inside. His pulse spiked. Without hesitation, he reached for the handle, only to find it locked.
"Diana! Diana! Open the door!" he bellowed, his voice thick with fury.
A tense silence followed before the door finally creaked open. Diana stood there, still in her nightwear, her tousled hair falling messily around her face. She arched a brow, amusement flickering in her eyes.
"What's with the attitude, honey? And why are you home so early?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.
Alex ignored her tone, his gaze sweeping the room with sharp intent. "Where is he?" he demanded.
Diana tilted her head. "Where is who?" she asked, her voice laced with innocence.
Not wasting another second, Alex stormed inside. He yanked open the bathroom door, eyes darting around the empty space. Dissatisfied, he stalked across the bedroom, scanning every corner, convinced he wasn’t imagining things.
"Where is the man you were screwing?!" he roared, tossing his bag onto the bed with a thud.
Diana's expression shifted in an instant. "What the hell?!" she snapped, her voice rising. "Did you just accuse me of something so ridiculous?"
"It's not ridiculous if it's true!" Alex shot back, his glare unyielding.
Diana’s breath hitched, her face crumpling as she sank onto the edge of the bed. A choked sob escaped her. "My own husband doesn’t even trust me," she whispered.
Alex scoffed. "Oh, don’t even try to play the victim, Diana. I know exactly what I heard."
That was the final straw. Fury flared in Diana’s eyes as she shot to her feet, shoving him hard in the chest.
"What you heard—was this!" she spat, grabbing the TV remote. She pointed it at the screen and pressed a button.
Alex turned just in time to see the television flicker to life, his breath catching as a porno movie scene played before him.
For a long moment, silence stretched between them.
Alex’s shock made him stutter. "So... so you actually watch this?" he asked, pointing at the TV.
Diana folded her arms and let out a sigh. "Yes, I do. And honestly, you can’t even blame me. All you ever focus on is work, work, and more work. A woman has needs, you know," she said, tossing the remote onto the bed.
Alex swallowed hard, guilt creeping in as he realized how quickly he had jumped to conclusions. "Well..." His voice faltered. "I’m sorry."
Diana didn’t respond, but her expression remained unimpressed.
Trying to lighten the mood, Alex took a step closer, his voice turning softer. "You know, I might have a way to satisfy your needs," he murmured, placing his phone on the bed.
But Diana wasn’t having any of it. She turned her gaze away and shook her head. "Maybe some other time," she said dismissively. "By the way, why are you home?"
Alex exhaled, pushing aside his disappointment. "I left some documents here," he replied, striding toward the closet.
Diana’s curiosity piqued instantly. "What documents?" she asked almost immediately.
"Just some paperwork in a white file," he said, reaching for the closet handle.
Diana’s eyes flickered with something unreadable before she quickly interjected, "I think I saw it downstairs."
Alex turned to look at her, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Downstairs, on the table in the living room. You can’t miss it," she added quickly.
Without questioning her further, Alex picked up his bag and made his way to the living room. The moment he stepped out, Diana shut the door behind him.
Diana walked slowly to the bed and sank onto it with a weary sigh. Just as she was about to get comfortable, a text notification chimed. She turned her head and spotted Alex’s phone lying on the bed.
Reaching for it, she barely had time to process anything before Alex strode back into the room, holding the documents and his bag.
"I think I left my phone here," he said, scanning the room.
"Here it is," Diana replied, stretching out her hand to give it to him.
Just as the phone reached Alex’s grasp, another text popped up on the screen.
"Still coming around today? I miss you, baby."
Diana's breath hitched as her eyes caught a glimpse of the message.
"Thanks, babe," Alex said casually, oblivious to her sudden stillness as he turned and walked out of the room again.
Diana remained seated at the edge of the bed, her mind racing. The text replayed in her head, each word gnawing at her.
The distant sound of an engine starting snapped her back to reality. She hurried to the window just in time to see Alex drive away, her heart now heavy with unspoken questions.
Diana walked toward the closet and slowly pulled the door open.
"Is he gone?" a deep masculine voice asked from within.
She smirked. "Yes, Joshua, he's gone," she replied, reaching in and pulling him out.
Joshua stepped into the room with a confident grin. "Too bad I'm a billionaire just like your husband. If I weren't, I would've milked him. What a gullible fool," he mused.
Diana chuckled, trailing a finger along his chest." Yes, you're wealthy just like him, but you have a much better d**k game," she purred. Her eyes darkened with desire as she bit her lip." Now, where were we?"
Joshua smirked, his gaze locking onto hers. Without another word, he lifted her effortlessly and tossed her onto the bed.
"I believe," he murmured, leaning down, "I was about to make you scream my name."
Diana lay back against the bed, anticipation flickering in her eyes as Joshua reached for the bedside drawer. He retrieved a set of cuffs, securing her wrists together with a smirk. Leaning in, he traced a path down her body, his touch sending shivers through her.
"Make me yours," she whispered, her voice laced with desire.
Joshua’s grip tightened slightly as he took control, his movements deliberate and commanding. A mix of pleasure and tension filled the air, their bodies moving in sync as the room was soon filled with breathless gasps and whispered names.
